Oh, when the grave shall open for me, -- (I care not how soon that time may be, --) @3Never a rose shall grow on that tomb,@1 It breathes too much of hope and bloom; But there be that flower's meek regret, The bending and dark blue @3Violet@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) A SCHOOL ECLOGUE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE RUNNERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |